Fireworks and firecrackers went on all night long, making it impossible for anyone to rest.
The whole family stayed until early in the morning, opened the door to welcome the God of Joy, set off the firecrackers that symbolized a good start, and ate bowls of steaming, round glutinous rice balls before going back to their rooms to rest.
Song Che really hoped that the piano shopkeeper could come with him. Anyway, the bed was so big that three people could not sleep in it.
Shen Wenjun refused, and Qin Ruo was even less willing.
Although they showed their feelings last night and had that kind of relationship, it was only between the three of them, and the second elder in the family didn't know about it yet.
After all, Song Che was the son-in-law who came to the house. Since ancient times, masters had taken concubines, and there had never been any precedent for uncles taking concubines.
So she arranged a guest room for Qin Ruo alone. From the time when Yunshuifang opened, she stayed in Shen Mansion and celebrated the New Year with everyone.
"Song, I know your fancy thoughts. You want to hug me from both sides, rain and dew, right?"
Before going to bed, Shen Wenjun sat on Song Che, facing each other, belly to belly, eye to eye, with an attitude of accountability.
They all changed their name to "Song", how can they afford to provoke him?
Song Che touched his chest and spoke righteously: "O conscience of heaven and earth, we, Old Song, are not that kind of person!"
Shen Wenjun snorted softly and showed three fingers: "If you want to take Qin as your concubine, you must meet the following three conditions -
First, and most importantly, I, the head wife, must agree;
Second, you must first have your own portal;
Third, it is necessary to make it clear to the matchmaker that the bride is getting married, to carry the sedan chair, and to give her the status of an equal wife. "
The first and third points are nothing to Song Che. Only this second point of "establishing one's own business" is not easy.
In fact, Song Che had this idea as early as in Hangzhou. The reason why he changed Zhou's Jewelry Store to "Song's Jewelry Store" was to separate from the Shen family and have his own business in the future.
Including the 400,000 taels he saved from holding a Cuju competition in Luoyang, as well as the income from Runfa Casino, he kept it as "private money" in his own hands, not only the income from the Tianxia Bank in the later period, but also the income from the salt field in the spring of next year. .
Before his mother-in-law was pregnant, he was not too keen on starting his own business, but now that the Shen family has hope for a successor, it seems reasonable to separate the family.
As a man, of course he still hopes that his child will be named Song after him.
"Madam, assuming that my mother gave birth to a daughter, would you allow me to start my own business?" Song Che asked sincerely.
"certainly."
Shen Wenjun didn't hesitate at all, "As the saying goes, 'a married daughter throws water away'. Although this is a bit unfilial, if I were really asked to choose between my parents and you, I would choose without hesitation. you."
She added: "Besides, even if the family is separated, it doesn't mean that we don't care about my parents. They are both at that age. Regardless of whether they have children or daughters, we will not have to rely on us to support them in the future? I am not a worldly person."
Song Che felt indescribable gratification and emotion in his heart, which was exactly what he said: "A successful man cannot do without an excellent woman behind him."
Shen Wenjun is willing to break feudalism and do business in public. This alone is enough to prove that she is a woman who is not afraid of the world.
Whenever Song Che is away from home, she can be gentle, work hard and manage the family business in an orderly manner.
She is generous, intellectual, brave, and tolerant, and she seems to have no shortcomings.
With such a beautiful woman, what more could I ask for?
Song Che, on the other hand, felt extremely ashamed inside. Perhaps it was modern thinking that was at work. He was merciless when he was away from home...
Shen Wenjun seemed to have read his thoughts and asked in a low voice: "Do you know why I agreed to you taking a concubine?"
Song Che was speechless, a little panicked, and didn't know how to answer.
"What woman is not selfish?"
Shen Wenjun sighed softly, "It's just that compared to this selfishness, I would rather be more generous——
You don't know, Qinruo was born in Hanyao and had no father or mother since she was a child. Fortunately, she met her parents Deshan and raised her up. But when she was eighteen years old, her father actually wanted to marry her off as a concubine for the sake of business;
I was sixteen years old, holding a rolling pin in my left hand and a kitchen knife in my right hand. I rushed to my parents, held the knife to my neck, and cracked my skull open with a stick. I threatened them that if they dared to marry Qin Ruo, I would die. in front of them;
From then on, her parents never dared to interfere in Qin Ruo's marriage. "
After saying that, she raised her head high and was extremely proud.
Song Che silently gave a thumbs up. With Shen Wenjun's indomitable character, she could definitely do this.
No wonder she is so good at rolling pins. It turns out that she has been playing with them since she was a child.
"Whether it's Qinruo or Yazhao, they are my close friends. So far, I have never met anyone who can be worthy of their trust for life. But time makes people grow old, and the world cannot keep them. Once they become an old woman, then Then there really is no one who wants it, so I have to settle for the next best thing and keep the wealth out of other people's fields, so that I can benefit Aunt Song..."
After saying that, she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and fell asleep on her side.
Song Che felt flattered.
He had long heard that in ancient times, wives would choose concubines for their husbands. He didn't believe it at first, but now he does.
"Madam, you said something wrong."
"how?"
"I am not a 'fertile man', but a plowing cow. I will be exhausted from plowing so many fields at the same time..."
"Huahuachangzhi is a prude, so just tell me whether to farm or not!"
"Plow, plow, plow now..."
…
I stayed up all night last night.
When I woke up from the dream, it was already afternoon.
Today is the first day of the first lunar month. The weather is dry and the spring breeze brings warmth. You don’t have to think about how lively Suzhou City will be.
But only ordinary people would go to Goulanli to join in the fun, and wealthy families would directly pay large sums of money to invite theater troupes to come to their homes to hold special performances.
The tables and chairs in the main hall were moved away to free up a large area. The upper hall was used as a stage, and the tables and chairs were placed downstairs. Tea snacks and fruits were set up. Four large iron stoves were installed to keep the whole hall warm. More than 60 members of the Shen family , sitting around in the hall, drinking tea, eating snacks and enjoying the opera.
The whole hall watched with gusto, but Song Che was the only one who forced a smile.
It's not that the "Spring Festival Gala" opera was not performed well, but that his level of appreciation was really limited. Instead of staying at home watching operas, it is better to go to the downtown area to enjoy the lanterns.
"Uncle, two people came from outside the house, saying they are your good friends." A Kun ran into the main room to tell him.
"Oh?" Song Che's eyes lit up, he shook his head and looked at Shen Wenjun, "If you have a friend coming from afar, you should accompany him, don't you think so, madam?"
Shen Wenjun stared at the stage and said softly: "If you dare to look for flowers and ask willows, you will be dead."
Song Che twitched the corner of his mouth and hid out of the main room.
Outside the gate of Shen Mansion.
Jiang Yuntian and Liao Heng stood side by side. Seeing Song Che going out, one of them picked up the wine jar in his hand, and the other picked up the roast chicken in his hand.
The three of them looked at each other and smiled, everything was self-evident.
Brothers, let’s go!
